already take my first steps in Peru. The border of Drainage is very attractive for my and very disordered for my parents, the scents are wonderful, many fritangas.
Titikaka - Visit to an old friend and Trango the dog guardian
I descry to the Titikaka lake although it seems to be the immense ocean. A Chilean padrecito that 10 years before knew my papi, received to us in a church in Chicuito.
We continued with much precaution the pedaleo by the cities of Puno and Juliaca, since people noticed to us that he was dangerous. I eat good dog guardian protected to my papis and the equipment.
Puno - I change the dog to You by a ewe
While we encamped a farmer went to us, to offer an interchange. A ewe by Trango said. My papis playfully said to him that after 2 ewes if they would accept, incredulous I watch them at the three and my papis loosen a great outburst of laughter, I realized that was a clear joke that the annoying farmer so that my papis did not accept their supply.
This same person soon I approach to us again and we talked amiably by several hours. One was very interested in our adventure but all change suddenly. Once we mentioned to him that we are Chilean I incorporate and without saying but one went. That sad that resentment by the wars of the past even existed of which we do not have anything to do.
Towards Cusco - Storms and the terror train
Way to Cusco the route happens through high altitude. In the mountain port It opens the Ray we were whipped by another storm and we looked for refuge in a railroad tunnel where we spent the night.
Guau, that can be that noise? More thunders? An earthquake? NOOOO.... IT IS THE TRAIN! one comes to us above. That nightmare now reality. We embraced the three and we became attached ourselves to the wall of the tunnel. The locomotive almost grazed to us. But we survived.
Cusco - Friends mormones, a new love and the Sacred Valley
Rain gave the welcome us in Cusco. A family of mormones received to us as brothers and gave to their hospitality respecting our religious tendencies us.
I knew Sisi a small dog "to boxer" very pretty, that was the second love of this sailor.
From Cusco the pedaleo followed by the Sacred Valley of the Incas. As our budget is limited did not take the train and arrived until Oyantaitambo, beautiful ciudadela of stone. From we tried there to follow by the line of the train, but the authorities prevented the step us (by security).
The first dog in entering officially to Machu Pichu
Bicis enjoyed a deserved rest in a loaded inn and we walked everything a day with the knapsacks, but the effort was worth the trouble. At daybreak my papis convinced to the administrator of Machu Pichu so that they let to me enter, not without before jeopardizing to us to that the tracks the footsteps serious the only signal that we would leave of our presence.
Any description of Machu Pichu is when it is compared with the opportunity to so enjoy a place magician in person. Although mami was something affected by the height we could share our experience with many Latin young people who also were astonished.
After crossing the ruins. Pope I invite myself to raise huainapichu (lofty hill near the ruins) breast would wait for by us since it hurt the head to him. After making summit after one hour, we descended and to average height we were with breast (or recovered) and obvious Pope said to him that we would accompany it until the summit, (or were the 11 A.M.) clear that we would take another route but releases. There were certain vertical steps that I could not climb.
A horrible nightmare in Machu Pichu
Although it always listens to them to say that never they would separate in the mountain, I am strange to me that in this occasion their own rules did not obey. My prefeeling was accurate. We did not manage to be with breast where we thought to do it. Pope began to transpirar ice cream and to think the worse thing. Some neglected slide or a minimum stumbles, had been tragic events given the dangerous precipices that were shown vertiginously on our feet.
After making summit without finding sign of mami for the second time, we decided to lower running to the control post. It had not crossed, nobody had seen it. Without water and exhausted we initiated the third already the 5 ascent when they were p.m..
My father with the dry mouth I imitate myself and drank water of the mud. I could not continue raising and the very nervous one and worried, annoyance with me. "If you want you remain here and we lose all of once" said to me. I remove forces from flaqueza and of a jump I undertook the search of my mamita. Third summit of the day (good record) and my mami did not appear. The reduction was with tears and orations.
A little scrupulous civil employee, said to my papi to him: one does not worry, if it has fallen by the safe precipice that they found the body in the dam of the river. Those words twisted to Pope that made an effort immensely not to so strike to that person lack of consideration.
We arrived at the entrance door where the guard force we to have left to us, explaining to us that already they looked for all the rescatistas to it. It was a angustiante delay accompanied by other young people who offered support to us.
After several hours but, I am listened to by the radio "appeared" and shortly after its figure was shown by the footpath. Our joy was immense. My heart beat strongly and it did not stop to move my tail. After a day of so extreme feelings we were mentally debilitated, but happy for verifying that we continued being three in our small family.
A signalized footpath had not confused to Susana and it had taken it face to the other of the Huainapichu. After several slides and desperate, volume also was with an American traveller that the mistaken route. Communicating by signs they managed to be understood and to arrive at the summit soon to connect with the correct and to return healthy and safe footpath.
The Peruvian Coast - magical Lines
Back they were left those spectacular and terroríficos memories of Machu Pichu. We descended from the $andes, although in fact we raised eternal hills and soon we lowered them. In several days we arrived at Is born. It had not estimated to fly over the mysterious lines but if to scale the towers and to see the magical figures.
The Pampas and the deserts returned to be our route, singsong but but flat and sometimes easy that the mountain range. The ocean saluted to us once in a while and it approached to us Lima. This immense metropolis remembered us to the great one contaminated and been busy Santiago thus the visit was fleeting.
The north called to us like predicting that in Trujillo they hoped to us. The desert and the coast I accompany to us. After more than 5,000 km, the spent wheels of my trailer already the air was seen them.
Trujillo - House of the Cyclist - a home for the cycling family
Luis Ramirez. Aracelli and Ángela received to us in the House of the Cyclist. Uniting us to but of 600 cicloviajeros that have visited east home. In fact in that small house all we are brothers. The bodies relax, the bicycles forget their noises and shine as stars when the hands expert of I fight repair them. The stomachs are nourished gluttonously with desserts of Aracelli, and the ears are left deaf people with extensive and infantile questionnaires of the small Angelita.
In this humble home where the love overflowed, I felt as a star. All they wanted to me and they mimaban to me. These happy days happened flying and the route called to us. We took leave, not without before leaving a memory in the great book of visits. To share ours estadía with cyclists who crossed the world in a so full place of friendship was unforgettable.
Until soon friends. My canine intuition assured to me that we would become to see.
Last km of desert were sprinkled with manchones of forest, when approaching to us equator. With nostalgia and almost overcome visas we took leave of this wonderful country of so many shades,
Peru Good bye
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